My account, tellin me to calm down The tellin me to climb down Ha, niggas talkin, let me find out Could give a fuck about later Im on now Ha, you know the is what I do though Bitch, you know Im flexin I bought a and a 2 do in the Rolly, Tuesday in the Hublot RnB killin rap niggas, thats just I do though These niggas is lame, they always complain and doin the same Get all up on twitter, get followers, suckin the same dick Im tired of these niggas, tired of arguin over the same Niggas like comics, Im wealthy nigga, I aint rich My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint Pop records bought me Ferrari, thats a lane switch it up on you niggas watch my number change Grown up on you niggas, my number changed Hit-boy, all rappers wasting beats I bought all my clique toys, aint no niggas wasting Yeah I cop big noise, aka Im TNT I blow that up, get up Cause boy you get rid of Dont fuck with my old bitch, its a bad fur Every industry done had her Trick or treat a pumpkin just to smash her Bitches codes, but Im the password Now its for young niggas to shut down shit If you in the club then you surrounded They say he trippin, on some shit He listen, now he listening to the ground bitch Put him out, hes With all the sneakers on his chest, he barely its lights out, he took a beatin Hand on his chest, his heart, pledge of allegiance Damn, his bitch cold, need a Took em shopping, bought em pair of shoes Ha, Im a cold ass nigga, you!